Memory smells

There are mornings when I wake up and it's slightly chilly. Chilly meaning chilly considered for summer. And it's those mornings when I get an overwhelming sense of memory smells. Our first fall with Piri in our home. Those mornings with crisp leaves, wood burning and pumpkins too. And it makes me miss him so much more. So much more.

It's already been two years since Piri crossed the rainbow bridge and I haven't missed a day of saying his name every day since.

Sometimes I turn around and see spots around the house that was his favorite. My heart expects him to be there but my mind reminds me that he's no longer here.

I read somewhere that dogs are perfect. Their only fault really is that their time with us is limited.